Hotbox Time Machine - Intellectual

[Hook: Frances Lewis]

Money I gotta know, Marc my dear would you mind if I ask?

Would you think I was crazy, if I said that I wanna take a trip to the past?

I said 'OH NOOOO!' Not at all, we can do the damn thing

She gone get on down, she gone get on in my Hotbox Time Machine

She gone get on down....AND THE YEAR IS 1999

[Verse 1: $MARCx]

My name is Marc and I'm 6 years old

And it's some pretty girls here, as far as bitches go

Yeah I see this girl that I like with the real big booty

But she won't talk to me because she say I got the cooties

FINE! You ain't all that anyway

And plus recess in a minute, so you ain't gotta give me play

I'm on the jungle gym, I peak beneath her dress

And I answer all the questions, so they call me teacher's pet

FUCK EM! I'm getting accustomed to the daily agenda

Selling Pokemon cards, you can pay me in Spinners

I took my sleeping mat & threw it in the garbage

Because ain't no more naps like it was in kindergarten

At lunch I bought extra and unfinished cartons

I don't really trust niggas so I keep my pencils sharpened

And now my teacher saying I can't go outside

Ain't have to worry about that back when I was 5, GOT DAMN I'm STRESSING!

[Hook]

AND THE YEAR IS 1996!

[Verse 2: $MARCx]

Picture me...ROLLING! I'm cruising through Oakland

1996 and the scene so golden

Thugs on the block shooting craps, perhaps

I know you feeling this rap, young chap, so give me dap

One face it was familiar, I was not for sure

So I rolled the window down it was 2Pac Shakur!

I said 'Wutup!' He said "Who you?" I said "The future is here"

He smiled, gave me a pound like he knew me for years

They was chilling, they had buddah and beers. I said 'Don't mind if I do!'

I'd be a fool to turn down Chronic and brew

Ain't have no bodyguards with him he got California Love

10 million records sold, on the corner with the thugs!

REAL NIGGA! He said, "I can kick it with you Marc cause

You a wise brother, I can tell that you ain't starstruck"

I guess now would be a bad time to say

'Ayo Pac by the way, could you listen to my tape?'

And I hate that so many people prayed on your downfall

Chilling with Pac, I felt like one of The Outlawz!

Then he said 'DOG! Let's take a trip to Vegas

We can catch the Tyson fight, and we can all get faded!'

Well let me see if my schedule permits

Good thing I packed my best clothes for a special event

Pac laughed, not bad for a Mississippi guy

Then Suge pulled up in his 750-i

And they put me on that Hennessyyyy!! That brown-brown

On the creep like a centipedeee! Around town

So we make it to the fight, Tyson won in the 1st round

Out in the lobby it's about to go down

Seen some other dudes mugging from across the room

So we rushed them, we know the cops gone be here soon

Got a couple hits in, and then we dipped. I know we look suspicious

Run to the car, paparazzi flashing pictures! Shit just

Happened so fast, I damn near had a heart attack

And now we wondering 'where the party at?'

A hour passed, heard it's jumping up at 662

Everybody gone be there, Mike Tyson coming through!

Now we headed to the club, Suge pulled up to the light

Got distracted by some hoes, a Cadillac crept up on the right

On my life! Pac I got your back to the fullest

So I'll do the future a favor: I'LL TAKE THE BULLET!

(gunshots & people screaming)

So I'll do the future a favor: I'LL TAKE THE (gunshot)